do not worry yourselves overly dear ladies, I am wearing, as always, my flame proof petticoat and corset (tatted from finest iron wool). So under all the smoking tatters of my dress and the ash skeleton of my bonnet, you will find me hale and even somewhat flushed with success...

I'll just pop to the stables and see if there is a nubile young horse boy who can douse me down....

Welcome to IPOAT hall Latara. Your calling card appears to be in order, so simply slip out of your everyday clothes and into some period dress (doesn't actually matter which period) and simply get on with what need doing...

There is always nourishment to be prepared in the face of adverse Cook conditions, box hedges to be topiaried (but mind the haha), stable boys to keep in hand, tisanes that need replenishing in the distillery herb drying shed, any amount of tatting and screen covering to be done and at the moment Lady Hully is attempting to cryogenically preserve the body and soul of the late King Charles....

Who knows what mysteries lie in his DNA. We might unravel the answer to life the universe and everything. 42 just doesn't cut it anymore. Inspired by Hullys efforts, I have taken up taxidermy, I thought it may be a useful skill, should a melting happen. I am looking for any opportunity to practice.< modestly eager>

I have spent my entire siesta period developing a fool proof means to extract the royal genetic code into a readable tatted format....I have tested the procedure and have so far converted nearly 15 base pairs into a 5cm piece of lace. Maybe this project could be the focus of our next sewing circle?

We may need more thread.....oh and a new storage barn fir to hold 10 million meters of lace...